Wang Jingzhe said that he would take Wu Mangong away, but the people of the Wu family did not object. In their concept, there was a deep-rooted idea that Wang Jingzhe was Wu Mangong's brother. He followed him, just like his younger brother went out to make a living with his brother. This was a very common thing in the village and nothing unexpected happened. It was just that when his parents asked how long it would take to leave, Wang Jingzhe said for three years and could not contact him, which made them feel surprised, but there was no stop or worry.

On the contrary, this child jumped three feet high with heartlessness. What he yearned for in his heart was the outside world, a life like Wang Jingzhe. What he lacked now was a pair of flying wings, which happened to be now.

Wang Jingzhe gave him a pair of invisible wings and was ready to fly.

A day later, Wang Jingzhe and Wu Mangong said goodbye. The old man and his parents sent them out of the house. When they walked outside the community, the child turned around reluctantly and said, "Grandpa, dad, mom, three years have passed."

The old man sighed and turned his head. He was old and had no age. He could see some things clearly.

Wu Mangong's mother's eyes turned red and walked up to hug him and said, "After going out, listen more to your brother, listen to whatever he says, and you can't be a childish temper, do you know?"

"Oh, I know, I know, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore. Can I understand nothing? Don't worry." Wu Mangong's emotions quickly turned, and he smiled and said, "Look, when I come back, I will definitely make a name for myself."

On the street outside the community, a business car pressed the lama. The car sent by Huang Jiulang had arrived. The Wu family said goodbye to them. Wang Jingzhe walked across the street with Wu Mangong's hand, suddenly turned around, bowed deeply to them, raised his head and opened the car door and sat in.

When the business car started, Wu Mangong opened the window, poked his head and waved his hand with his family. Wang Jingzhe pursed his lips and sighed long. Farewell or something may be the most painful thing in the world. For a teenage child, he may be fresh, but it won’t take long, the emotion of homesickness will definitely burst out.

Before the business car left the city, Wu Mangong was still a little lonely. When the car got on the highway and rushed towards the middle of the Sichuan River, he left all his emotions behind him.

They did not choose to take a plane. One was that they could not miss their whereabouts, and the other was that there were still some things to explain on the road, and Wu Mangong had to adapt to the process.

"Where are we going to Wang Jingzhe?" Wu Mangong asked with his chin in his arms.

"Sichuan"

"Where are you going? You can't be far away from western Yunnan?" Wu Mangong was a little dissatisfied.

"After going, it's very fast, maybe very slow, you may have many opportunities to go to those farther places you say."

"Really?"

"Um"

"Then let's talk about it, why are you going there?"

Wang Jingzhe thought about it, moved Wu Mangong's head, looked at his eyes and said seriously: "You must listen carefully to what I want to say to you below, don't forget a word, and memorize it like a flow, but you just need to remember it firmly in my head."

Wu Mangong was shocked because he had known Wang Jingzhe for so long, and he had never seen him be so serious, even more serious than when he was taking notes in class, which made Wu Mangong a little uncomfortable.

Wang Jingzhe swallowed and said softly: "I want to tell you a very long story, something related to me."

"Well, tell me," Wu Mangong whispered.

Wang Jingzhe said it truthfully. This child had already known something, so Wu Mangong could naturally accept what he said, and the rest was nothing more than surprise and disbelief.

But there is still acceptance.

Wang Jingzhe didn't expect that his inadvertent arrangements would lay the groundwork for now.

Wu Mangong was surprised when he first heard the little face, but when he heard it, his eyes turned red. Of course, it was not him who was worried about it, but what Wang Jingzhe said, he might not live that year of twenty-seven.

But there was one thing that Wang Jingzhe hid and did not tell Wu Mangong that he had lent him three years of life.

Wang Jingzhe never wants this child, but he followed him with this psychological burden.

"I won't let you die," Wu Mangong said, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

"There is a great wizard in the Wu Sect. He probably made three magic circles for Loulan, Gu Yelang and Gu Dian Kingdom a thousand years ago. I will talk to you about the details here in the future." Wang Jingzhe paused, hugged Wu Mangong's shoulder, and said, "But this great wizard should never appear again in the future. However, since he is a member of the Wu Sect, even if he dies, he should leave those things. It may be inheritance or recorded on paper. In short, it will definitely be left behind."

Wu Mangong suddenly asked, "What if there isn't?"

Wang Jingzhe was stunned and smiled and said, "That's what I deserve, I'll admit it."

Wu Mangong curled his lips and said, "Wake up quickly. People say that good people don't live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years. Wang Jingzhe, you are full of bad intentions, so you won't die so early."

Wang Jingzhe smiled and said, "I borrow your auspicious words."

Wu Mangong turned his head and looked outside the car window. After a long time, he said, "Is there any danger?"

"There will be, so as I just told you, you must remember all the things I said in your mind. You will be taken into the witch sect and worshipped under an elder. From this time on, you have completely forgotten me. You don't know Wang Jingzhe at all. I will find a way to see you again in two years."

Two years later, Wu Mangong's three-year life will come, and Wang Jingzhe needs to continue his life.

"Oh," Wu Mangong responded faintly.

Wang Jingzhe asked softly: "Are you afraid?"

Wu Mangongtou said without replying: "Wang Jingzhe, I'm even more afraid of your death..."

Wang Jingzhe also turned his head and suddenly the corners of his eyes became wet.

The business car drove very slowly afterwards. Wang Jingzhe specially asked the driver to slow down. He could have driven to Sichuan in two days and one night, but they walked for four days.

When Wang Jingzhe got off the highway early on the road, he took Wu Mangong to pick a scenic spot and had a feast with him at night.

Sometimes people are good at deceiving themselves, and Wang Jingzhe thought, it would be better to be slower.
Chapter completed!